“I would have locked it, but-” I stopped as he walked closer and came into view. He was covered in scratches. It was as if he had been in a fight similar to mine, though probably not thrown against a tree.

            “What happened to you?” he asked.

            “I was thrown into a tree you idiot! Where were you?” I was almost yelling, but the amount of air that would have taken hurt me to point that I almost cried out in pain.

            “I was attacked. A force-field was placed around the meadow so you could only get out, not in. I spent almost two hours trying to get through it. I had left to go get help, but was attacked on the way. I couldn’t figure out who the wolf was, but she seemed familiar. When I got back, you were gone. I waited for you to call because I didn’t know where you were or if you were asleep. I couldn’t get any messages through to you while you were in there so after a while, I stopped sending them. I tried yelling too, but nothing worked.”

            “Oh,” I said, stumped by his efforts, which had caught me by surprise.

            “Thanks,” I said, blushing.

            “Anytime,” was his brilliant answer. But it made me smile.

            We talked for a little bit, but eventually we brought ourselves back to the subject we had both been dreading and therefore avoiding; the attack.

            Neither one of us wanted to talk about it but the pain was becoming unbearable. I needed to get somewhere where I could be looked at, but I wasn’t sure where or who to go to.

            “How are you feeling?” was his amazing beginning.

            “Fine,” I lied. The pain was getting worse and I bet it was written all over my face because the next thing he said was:

            “You’re lying.”

            “Is it that obvious?” I asked.

            “Kind of,” he answered.

            He reached out with his hand as if to touch me, but instead let his hand skim lightly over the length of my body. When he reached my feet, he pulled his hand back and sighed.

            “What?” I asked.

            He closed his eyes and sighed again before he spoke.

            “Your injuries aren’t that bad, though you have three broken ribs, your left arm is broken, and you right leg is fractured. Oh, and you have slight fractures all up and down your spine. That’s probably from the impact of hitting the tree. It must have been pretty hard. But you’ll heal fast enough.”

            I stared at him in shock.

            “How do you know all that? You barely touched me.”

            “Maybe I’ll tell you someday,” he said.

            “Is that all you’re going to tell me?” I asked.

            “Yes,” he said, and looked at the wall at the other side of the room. I dropped the subject.

            “So what do we do now?” I asked.

            “Nothing. Your body is already starting to heal. There is nothing more we can do for the moment except wait.”

             “How long is it going to take?” I asked.

             “Not long. You should be fully healed in the next day or two. But for now, let’s get you to bed so you can rest. That couch can’t be that comfortable. I’ll take you to the bedroom.”

            I slipped his arms under my body and lifted me up, carrying me up a flight of stairs, down a hallway and through a door to a bedroom. The walls were painted a deep purple and the curtains were a light shade of lavender. There was a couch in the corner that was a beautiful shade of green that matched the pillows that adorned the bed which was covered in blankets that were made of multiple shades of purple, blue, and green.